She sends special signals to me.
Not the kind you soon forget so.
Even these words that change
My mind and my direction
Some days, speaking out a warning:
Look straight, be strong.
She says, helping me in seeing,
My waking, my dreaming.
Makes me, sometimes like the thunder:
Hear me now.
Some days, falling like the rain,
Slowly healing me,
Helping me, seeing me, seeing.
Some day, I'll remember why
A touched, made me touch the sky.
We will live always for each other,
Some day, some day soon.
We're on the journey to Ixtlan.
We're on the journey to Ixtlan